2nd Period

Buildup: None. The title of this post could refer to the onset of B’s second menstrual cycle since I started this blog, or the middle of the Stanley Cup playoff game that I was watching. Neither event indicated that I would be getting any tonight…

Foreplay: I got up to brush my teeth during a commercial and came back to bed under the covers. B had been sleeping for over an hour, but she swung her leg over mine as I returned to bed, and her hand immediately went to my shorts. I was completely flaccid when she started, but she began tracing the outline of my dick with her fingernail and lightly scratching my inner thighs. When she reached under my shorts to trace the line between my balls and ass, my cock sprang free.

I turned off the hockey game.

B reached into my fly and fished my cock out with her other hand, while sleepily teasing my balls. I grabbed a handful of her hair, partly to see if I could suggest a blowjob, but also to indicate when her caresses had the most powerful effect. She reached up with one hand to brush and tweak my nipple while she continued to slowly stroke my head. There was neither enough lubrication nor friction for B to get me off, but as a tease it was exquisite. I wondered what her next move would be.

Main Event: B gave my cock a gentle squeeze, then got out of bed to fetch a towel to protect the sheets from her flow. Usually when we make love during her period I am on top, but she positioned me on the bottom on the towel.

B lowered herself onto my shaft. Rather than grab her ass or breasts, I kept my hands on her calves as she straddled me, preventing her from stretching out and laying flat on top of me. I raised my hips just a little, and B quickened her pace to a steady rhythm. Her gasps and moans told me that this position was working for her, so I locked my self still to see how long I could hold out — the position was working for me, too! Her sounds were too seductive and I told her I’d be coming soon. I moved my hands from her calves to press down on the tops of her ass cheeks, then circled to grab her inner thighs and hold myself deep inside her. After I came, she flattened out on top of me and continued to grind slowly and clench her inner muscles to reach her own release. About 5 or 6 contractions later, she came with a powerful exhalation.

Afterplay: None. (B’s period, as I mentioned.)

Afterglow: The orgasm awakened B rather than put her back to sleep, and she told me of a disturbing story in the newspaper: a man who had been falsely imprisoned for years had recently been freed based on DNA testing, but was just killed by a hit-and-run driver.

“What does it mean?” B asked.

“Well,” I replied, “It either means God works in very mysterious ways or it means there is no God.”

She was silent for a moment then said, “I don’t know — sex that good must be a sign of an intelligent designer.”

We fell asleep with our legs entangled.

Rating: ★★★★

Rubbed the Right Way

Buildup: Almost none. I’ve been working like crazy all week, both at the office and putting together a multimedia project for a party we’re having. As a result, I’ve been working late and coming to bed long, long after B is down for the night. I reached a stopping point in the multimedia project and decided to go to bed “early” (meaning just around midnight). Surprisingly, B was also up, and more surprisingly, offered to give me a backrub.

Foreplay: It started fairly workman-(workwoman?)-like — lavender massage oil with the lights out, working on the tense muscles in the middle of my back. B occasionally ran her fingers through my hair, or let her touch linger just under the waistband of my shorts. I was getting very relaxed, and a little aroused.

B poured out a handful of massage oil and reached under my chest to turn me onto my side. As she kneaded the muscles of my chest and spread oil across my nipples, I turned fully onto my back. I was completely erect, and she hadn’t even touched me yet! But just to remove any doubt that she had erotic intentions, she reached into my shorts and began to massage my cock with her slick hands.

B quickly got into a rhythm stroking my cock with both hands. The massage oil was hot and the sensations were exquisite. I began to thrust against her hands and could easily have come from the handjob, but having come twice recently by my own hand, I wanted something juicier.

Main Event: “Why aren’t I inside you already?” I asked.

B didn’t answer, but simply rolled over and straddled me. This time it was my turn with my arms submissively over my head as I let her dictate the pace and the depth. I lifted my hips off the bed to get deeper, but I was so turned on from the handjob that I wasn’t likely to last long. I cried out as my orgasm hit — B continue to ride me but didn’t come herself.

Afterplay and Afterglow: B continued to lie on me with my softening cock inside her. I groped her a little to see if she needed to come, but she brushed my hands away. Deep (and welcome!) sleep.

Rating: ★★★

Midnight Marauder

Buildup: None. This one was rather opportunistic — I was working on a project on the computer and B had long since fallen asleep. I came to bed well after midnight and found her in the infamous impenetrable satin PJs.

Foreplay: I slid under the sheets and put my hand immediately on B’s hip. She was on her side away from me, straddling a long body pillow. With her legs so spread, I was able to run my hand across her cheeks through the satin, running it up her inner thighs. I rubbed her pussy roughly through the PJs until I heard her let out a little moan. At that, I slid the bottoms down with my thumb and dipped two fingers deep into her wetness as my now-hard dick pressed into her ass.

Main Event: B woke and rolled onto her back, showing me that the PJ top was unbuttoned as we both peeled off the bottoms. I leaned across her and took each of her breasts in my mouth in turn. As I tongued her belly button, she pulled my head back up and said, “I don’t want that tonight” — she knew I was continuing down her body.

Her skin was incredibly hot.

B lay back with eyes closed and her arms again in a submissive position above her shoulders on the pillows. I grabbed her right ass cheek with my hand and lifted her off the mattress as I penetrated her. I thrust (quietly — company still downstairs!) while holding her left arm up with my right hand. She squeezed down on my shaft with her inner muscles as she heard my breathing quicken and I shot into her.

Afterplay: B was still on her back, so I tried the same circling-from-the-top that worked the other night — she didn’t want “that” either.

Afterglow: None.

Rating: ★★

Solo Flight

Timing didn’t work out for real sex this time, so I need to work out a template for masturbation (outside the context of me finishing off B or vice versa.) One wonderful thing about the midlife uptick in our sex life (14 months and counting…) is that I almost never have to jerk off anymore.

Buildup: In between parties, B was changing from an outfit with a silky wrap blouse that showed off her chest to one that would accentuate her curves all over. She settled on a white blouse cut deep but narrow, with laces tied under each breast to the hem of the blouse, and slipped on a pair of black stretch lace tanga panties. Her hair was blown out and she had just a little bit of makeup on and she looked hot. I told her so. Unfortunately, we had guests downstairs who would hear if we were to have a quickie.

As she tried on different pants to wear, I would check to see how they fit her ass. B has lost some weight recently, so some slacks hung off her butt. Nonetheless, I’d give her cheeks a caress each time. In between pairs, she was walking around the bedroom in the white blouse and black panties while I lay on the bed and admired her. I asked her to come over and kiss me — she leaned down with an open mouth and placed her hand on my pants as I reached over and stroked her through the lace of her panties. She continued to try on outfits and I continued to ask for kisses.

Finally I asked B to try on some shoes with heels while still only in the blouse and panties. I followed her into the bathroom and pressed my hard member into her rear as she put on the rest of her makeup. The bent-over-in-front-of-the-mirror scenario still hasn’t been fulfilled, so I bent her over (both of us dressed) to remind her.

B was dressed and ready to go downstairs — I had to stay behind until my hard-on subsided.

Fantasy: Bending B over with those panties was an too powerful an image — and we were both likely to be too full and drunk by the end of the evening for me to act on it. I crept back to the bathroom and unzipped my pants and took off my watch. I was surprised how hard and heavy my cock was in my hand. I began to stroke it as I visualized this scene:

B in the same outfit in front of the mirror, but me fully nude with the lights dimmed. I kneel behind her to kiss and lick the back of her thighs, while I roughly massage her pussy lips through her panties. I return to standing by kissing my way up her back, while my stiff cock rides up between her thighs. B squeezes her thighs together to hold me, then turns her head back to kiss me as I run my hands up her sides and cup her breasts in my hands.

I reach down to slide my hand under her panties and dip my finger into her already-wet slit. We continue to kiss as I circle her clit with one hand and her nipples with the other. B breaks the kiss and says, “Now.” I step back and help her step out of her panties — the heels stay on. As before, I bend her over the granite countertop and position myself at her opening. B backs into me, but I tease her lips with my head before plunging in.

With the heels, she is positioned just right and I pound into her violently, holding her hips. B leans forward with her hands on the counter, her eyes half-closed as she watches herself, her breath coming in gasps every time I thrust.

Release: That’s all it took — I came into the toilet and cleaned myself up. B came upstairs to ask what was taking so long. She looked at me and said, “You didn’t!” I simply shrugged.

“You should have said something,” she said. “I would’ve helped with that!”

Silent Night

Buildup: During the day, B had sent me an email asking to spend some money around the house — I replied thanking her for her “request for capital expenditures”, but told her she had to sleep with the boss to get approval. Unfortunately, we had company in the guest room downstairs, so we had to do it quietly.

Foreplay: Minimal. I gave B a foot massage while we watched the end of a baseball game. Often, she moans more from a foot rub than from sex. I let my intentions be known by rubbing the back of her thigh just below her white lace panties while I ran the fingers of my other hand through the spaces between her toes. Every once in a while, I would let a finger trace across the fabric covering her pussy.

Main Event: B got up to pee, and I could hear her rubbing massage oil onto her legs from the other room. She came to bed and lay on her back. I climbed on top and entered her oh-so-slowly. We used the style where she dictates the rhythm by drawing me closer with her fingers on my hips, then pushing me away, then drawing closer, etc. As I found the groove she moved her hands to trace an outline around the base of my shaft. B reached under her right leg to fondle my balls from below with one hand and flick my nipples with the other, as I continued a slow, long, steady stroke — still trying to be quiet.

My breath quickened as B’s fingers tickling my balls caused my cock to twitch inside her. She squeezed hard with her Kegel muscles and I quickened my pace. I was still concerned about making too much noise when B found some still-undiscovered muscle group and clamped down on my hardness like a vice, immediately drawing my orgasm.

Afterplay: I rolled over as B stayed on her back. I brought my hand across her breasts through her nightshirt and found her nipples were still very stiff. My right hand led down to play with her puffy pussy lips, but that brought little response. I brought my left hand under her leg and curled my fingers into her from below — the knuckle of my thumb on her taint and two or three fingers poking into her. I leaned over to suck her right nipple through her shirt as the fingers of my right hand played with her clit.

This stimulation of all of her zones started to work — I decided to see how long I could keep her at the edge, knowing that too much touch would keep her from coming. Sure enough, she started squirming and panting, but she couldn’t find the rhythm to put her over the edge. She whispered “Oh God” as I continued my assault, then I pulled my mouth off her nipple, my left fingers to the edge of her lips, and concentrated on only the finger on her clit. When she was close, I suckled her nipple hard, thrust the fingers of my left hand deeper, and merely pressed on her hood — letting her move against my hand to reach her orgasm. She bucked against me as I held in position to feel her spasms.

Afterglow: None. B was being a guy — rolled over and fell asleep, knocking my hands away from any further caresses.

Rating: ★★★★

Homecumming

Buildup: We spent Easter weekend with in-laws — both the location and the company were anti-aphrodisiacs — so it had been four nights of celibacy. After unpacking, I went to the bathroom to shave my scrotal stubble and relax in the bath; B unwound with a glass of wine and a TV show. I came to bed and B’s fingers toyed with my stomach and the waistband of my PJ bottoms as she watched the show. I was very tired from the travel and in somewhat of a trance state, which often precedes our best sex.

Foreplay: “It’s good to be in our own bed,” B cooed as she slid under the sheets next to me. I had zoned out a little while she went to quickly shave her legs when her show was over. B ran a newly-smooth calf up my ankle and leaned in to kiss my neck. She tipped my head down to kiss my mouth, then moved to my chest. Once again, she ran her fingers across my chest and flicked my nipples with a feathery touch — I was already hard. With her left hand, she reached down and pushed my thighs apart to stroke them through the flannel, taking time to stop in the middle and run her hand between my ass cheeks. B cupped my balls through the fabric, then fished my dick out through the fly and squeezed it without stroking.

I grabbed her breast through her shirt, then leaned in for a kiss. As if just getting the idea, B broke off the kiss and moved down between my legs. My hard cock jerked through the open fly as she took me between her lips and began to run her flat tongue across the shaft. The sensations — especially after so many nights of neglect — were wonderful. No bobbing of her head — only a circular tongue wash that was joined by her hands squeezing my balls through my pants, then grabbing the base of my cock at the fly.

Main Event: “Do you want to be inside me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to be on top, or do you want me on top?”

I answered by pulling her onto me as I kicked off the pajama bottoms. As I pulled B’s nightshirt up to her shoulders, she lowered herself onto me and impaled herself in one stroke. I couldn’t get the shirt off, so I put my hands on her breasts and felt her hard nipples poking into my palms as I squeezed them. I moved my hips up to get into the position that gets B off, and she started to moan.

B grabbed the headboard, putting her breasts in my face. I took one in my mouth, mashing the nipple with my tongue then flicking around it in circles as I roughly held the other. B quickened her rhythm as I moved to the other tit and gave it the same treatment. I then lay back and held both breasts in one hand — feeling her stiff nipples slick with my saliva — as I put another hand on her ass.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” I told her as I put both hands on the top of her ass. B ground into me with her ankles locked under my calves and drew a powerful — and noisy — orgasm out of me. I could tell she had more in her, but my explosion was too much and I knew I would be soft soon.

Afterplay: B lay on top of me, trying to find enough leverage to finish herself off. I reached behind her, smearing my fingers with her juices and rubbing her lips. I pressed down through my shaft to give her more resistance, and she ground against my base. We tried this a couple times, but I became too soft and she slipped off and lay beside me on her stomach.

Immediately I reached behind her and put two, then three fingers deep into her, pumping in and out. In this position, I couldn’t really reach to her clit with my thumb, so I leaned over to get better access. I rearranged my hand so that my index finger rubbed her lips and clit, my middle and ring fingers teased between her lips, and my thumb rested on the line between pussy and asshole. As I flicked her clit, she began to breathe heavily and squirm.

Suddenly, she pulled herself straight and raised her ass into the air. I kept all of my fingers in motion — one circling her nub, two poking in and out of her pussy lips, and my thumb pressing on her rosebud. With my left hand, I reached under her shirt and held her breast in my palm, cupping it to pull on the nipple. B’s breath quickened, but I could tell that I was giving her too much stimulation to come. I let go of her tit and stopped moving my fingers — letting her back into me to find her own rhythm.

Soon she was gasping out loud, and I again applied pressure with my index finger to her clit and my thumb to her ass. She cried out and pressed her face into the pillow as I felt her muscles contract around my finger and thumb as she came.

Afterglow: I tried stroking her thighs and ass, but B slapped my hand away — too sensitive. We fell into a sound sleep with my hand on B’s inner thigh.

Rating: ★★★★★!

5-Hole

Buildup: In ice hockey, the corners of the net are holes numbered 1 through 4, and the 5-hole is the space between a goalie’s leg pads. Patrick Roy was famous for crouching so that he showed shooters a big 5-hole to fire at, then slamming his legs shut to deny them.

Patrick Roy had nothing on B last night.

Last night the mood lighting was on. B had had a glass of wine and was very willing on her way up to bed, but by the time I got there, she didn’t want to be touched. Even so, I had her nipples hard through the satin, had my index finger deep into her wet slit, had my thumb on her button.

Every time she woke enough to notice, she slapped my hand away. Finally I gave up.

In the morning, B said she would give me some advice — when she wanted it, but didn’t act like she wanted it, I should skip the teasing foreplay and go straight to the lovemaking.

It sounded more like a request than advice.

By the time we came to bed, I had made it clear there was a deficit from the night before. I spooned into her from the side so that she could feel my hardness against her back.

“You’re not going to sleep, are you?” B asked.

Foreplay: None. (Which was sort of the point.)

Main Event: B went to pee, came back and stepped out of her lace boyshorts, and lay back on her pillow. I propped myself above her as she grabbed my cock and stroked its head up and down her outer lips to part them. When she let go, I went in.

I was expecting a simple quickie, but B began shifting below me. She was rising to meet every stroke, and soon I was still and stiff inside her as she thrust herself back and forth on my shaft from beneath. I enjoyed this for a minute or so then took control of the rhythm once again. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pumped quickly. She sighed audibly — not the sounds of her oncoming orgasm, but sexy sounds of pleasure and enjoyment. I came inside her while she stroked my chest under my shirt.

Afterplay: B was more into it than I anticipated, so I tried to return the favor, stroking her slippery outer lips with two fingers.

Nope — she was tired and ready to sleep again.

Afterglow: None.

Rating: ★★

Dirty Martini

Buildup: Not bad. Started with a note at the end of an email in which B commented on enjoying doing renovations on our home together, followed by “let’s do it together tonight!”

B had a meeting in town, then went out for a drink with friends. This is usually a good sign, especially these particular friends. Sure enough, she came home a little tipsy and sat on my lap and kissed me deeply while I was at the computer.

Upstairs in our room, she tried on a new dress with new pair of high heels — black with sheer ribbony straps. The dress was so-so but the heels were sexy, and I told her so. B asked if I wanted her to keep them on — I said yes. I liked kissing her closer to my level. The dress came off, replaced by a black lace chemise over her white lace boyshorts.

Foreplay: Our bathroom has a full width mirror over a tall granite countertop — when it was installed, B promised that we would watch ourselves in it. I suggested that tonight was that time, and began to kiss and fondle her while watching my hands under her panties in the mirror.

B laughed — “I only had one drink, but I’m very drunk” — and said she was going to the bed, but she’d keep the shoes on. Usually two drinks is considered optimal — one is too few to loosen inhibitions, three too many to stay awake — but she had the right amount of vodka and olive juice tonight. We began kissing as I squeezed her breasts through the lace and she dragged her heels along the backs of my legs.

I removed the shoes and we dove under the covers for warmth. Once again B started toying with my nipples — I let her know that I appreciated the sensation, and she earned my appreciation by leaning down and flicking them with her tongue. As she teased my nipples, her hands were stroking my thighs, culminating in two hands rubbing all over my member and sack.

My sighs told B I was ready for more stimulation, and she slid under the comforter to take me into her mouth. As I rubbed her pussy through the lace of her panties, she went to work with lips, tongue and fingers. I was sure that she was going to finish me there, but she came up for a frantic open-mouthed kiss before returning to give me head. Again using everything to bring me off, B had me shifting my hips in anticipation.

Main Event: B pulled off for one more hard kiss and kept stroking my saliva-slick cock as she positioned herself above me. I pulled the loose fabric of her panties to the side and tried to slip inside her. She was at a different angle, and I fell out once before plunging to the hilt. I tried to reach behind to touch her ass and clit from under her legs, but B brushed my hand away. She wanted a straight ride.

B’s hips moved more in a back-and-forth motion than an up-and-down one, and I lifted my hips up off the bed to give her more contact. We discovered this position at her sister’s over the holidays and it is very good for her. This time was no exception — B let out an involuntary “oh!” (or O?) and kept on riding me.

I raised myself even higher to give more resistance, and B gasped again. I told her to come on me before I came in her but she was already there — each of those gasps were her orgasms. I pushed her thighs down in rhythm with her strokes and soon expoded into her. Laughing, we settled back onto the bed and kissed a little more — the double-whammy came as a surprise to her!

Afterplay and Afterglow: After slowly pulling off me, B lay to my side with her thigh straddling mine. I kept a slick finger circling B’s clit as we both drifted off to sleep. About 20 minutes later, I woke to find us in the same position. Again I dipped one, then two, then three fingers into her still-wet slit. She squeezed hard against my near-fist, but was too spent to appreciate the effort.

Rating: ★★★★★

G Hits the Spot

Buildup: Dinner with friends — I slipped off for an impromptu whiskey tasting with the father-in-law. When I came upstairs, B asked if I was drunk, and if so could she take advantage of me?

Back home, I came upstairs expecting B to be watching TV, but the light was out (no mood lighting, either).

Foreplay: B wore a long nightshirt to bed — two strikes against an invitation — but I reached under it to stroke her side. I was delighted to reach through a gap in her shirt and find a nipple poking through that turned rock hard as I fondled it. With that inspiration, I brought my hand back down to the backs of her thighs, teasing like the night before. Again, I dipped two fingers inside, finding her very, very wet.

Although the position was the same as last night, I approached her from the front. I used two fingers to separate her puffy outer lips and rubbed up and down to stimulate her clit. When that wasn’t enough, I hooked my thumb in and began to squeeze and rub her from both the inside and outside — bringing the tip of my thumb up to her G spot. No more teasing — I applied a steady rhythm on her clit and her G spot that had B moaning and thrashing almost instantly. She was hit with a different orgasm — no spasms on my hand, but powerful enough to make her sensitive and to push my hands away.

Main Event: Now that B was taken care of, I was ready for mine. Coming upstairs, I was worried that I’d be TDTF, but B’s reaction to my manipulations had me hard and ready. I pulled her onto her back and fought the covers to get in position above her. She was wide open and wet from her orgasm, so I slid directly in and pumped furiously. B played with my nipples through my shirt then reached underneath the shirt to tweak and stroke them. Just as I thought the whiskey was going to keep me from finishing, she squeezed down and gave me the friction I needed to come.

Afterplay and Afterglow: Too tired and drunk (respectively) to do anything but sleep.

Rating: ★★

Moodlit

Buildup: Minimal. Some chat during the day of the leftover “energy” from Friday’s midday session; B left the “mood lighting” on when I came up from taxes.

Foreplay: The satin PJs were back, so I countered with my “lucky” pants and slipped under the covers. My hand went directly to massaging B’s ass, alternating with each inner thigh. No breast play tonight, just steady teasing around, but not on, B’s pussy. Soon she was squirming to reach my hand, so I stroked up and down her outer lips through the satin.

B shifted her hips to give me better access, so I pulled the waistband of the pajama bottoms down over her bottom. I returned to the same circle of ass cheeks and inner thighs until she was moving in earnest, then I slipped one finger in gently. B squeezed on it and backed into my hand to take the finger deeper.

From behind, I put two fingers in to get slick, then drew one up to circle her stiffening clit. While I rubbed her button, I took another finger or thumb and slipped it into her — rubbing the slick base of her lips across the sensitive skin to the edge of her asshole. I brought my other hand under the covers and began squeezing B’s ass while I continued tracing the outline of her clit. The combined effect had B breathing heavily, and I decided to put her over the edge.

I drew the hand on her ass between her cheeks and rested my index finger just at the edge of her rosebud, then lubricated the finger on her clit one more time and began flicking back and forth and rubbing directly on her button. As the finger on her ass applied stronger pressure, B swayed her hips to feel the pressure front and back. She made the familiar gasp and spasmed on both of my hands — I continued to press both spots to prolong her orgasm.

Main Event: B was finished, but not too sensitive for more play. I pulled the bottoms of her pajamas the rest of the way off and placed my head along her lips from behind. I stroked from the outside several times beffore pulling her hips up off the bed to enter her from behind.

B presented herself with her head and arms on the pillow and her ass off the bed as I pounded into her from my knees. I roughly squeezed her cheeks while thrusting — the sensations were wonderful, especially after I had freshly shaven my pubes around the base of my shaft. With a steady, fast, rhythm, it did not take me long at all to come inside her. I shift to the “porn star rear entry” position with my legs straddling hers as I continued to stroke, but it was too deep for B and she begged off an encore.

Afterplay: None. I continued to rub and squeeze B’s ass, but when I slid my hand under her thigh, she said she was too ticklish.

Afterglow: Deep, restful sleep until morning.

Rating: ★★★★